ii. [ visual ] closer to the truth and further from the sky

[saintsanguine]

So, Taxon! Stefan doesn't think you've heard enough about vampires lately. To be fair, he was as surprised as all of you to find out the place was ~*infested*~ with them, and he is in fact part of the infestation, ergo: questions. To ask these, he is seated in a small, bright kitchen, at one of them there barstools, which means most of what is

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voice.

[obscuronoctis]

Are you planning on killing or assaulting anyone?

voice.

[saintsanguine]

[It's so great that that's a really legitimate question.]

No. But I'm not presenting myself as harmless either; the only person I know vervain is effective against is me.

voice.

[obscuronoctis]

Nobody's harmless.

I can cultivate some if you're splitting it up.

voice.

[saintsanguine]

No, they aren't, are they?

Thank you. It's easy enough to hatch more, too, if you're familiar with the plant.

[location: teenager love nest]

[azurehalo]

"That was great," Elena says, sidling in from the living room where she was pretending to read and mostly just sneaking looks at him and his preparation for this message. "And it's going to be fine."

She keeps walking, brushing her hand over the small of his back as she goes, and enters the kitchen behind the tablet with no clear intent even in her own mind. She's just restless, which is a consequence of having to stay inside and keep quiet for days in a row.

"Do you want anything from in here? And--really, someone has to be a botanist. Or at least a gardener."

[location: teenager love nest]

[saintsanguine]

Stefan refrains from saying that it matters less what anyone's actual occupation is and more said professional's willingness to trust what is apparently a vampire ponying up a Brinks Home Vampire Security System, because he knows exactly how much Elena loves it when he's cynical. Instead he smiles over at her and turns the tablet slightly away from them, even though he isn't even talking to anyone right now, it just strikes him as prying.

Decorum. It's great. "I'm all right, thank you. And I don't know about 'great,' but at least it's something." His brows come together in a dark line, lashes covering his eyes before the green is visible again. "How are you coping?"

With being totally stuck inside like ...constantly.

[azurehalo]

Elena smiles with a private kind of tilted pleasure at Stefan turning the tablet away; his manners still catch her, from time to time, with how immaculate they are. If good manners are showing respect, Stefan is the most respectful person she's probably ever going to meet, which brings them right back to how she just thrills to his dark irony as applied to himself. She could live with a lot less respect paid to her if he could give himself a little bit more.

This is the kind of thing that stays on her mind. "I'm catching up on a lot of reading, is how I'm coping, and half-wishing I had an excuse to make you take me outside--I'm not asking you to, it's not that bad." Not even their own backyard is considered safe; they're not sure if the rule about invitations applies to Angelus, but the locks the aliens have on their doors won't open to him anyway, and that's good enough

[saintsanguine]

Stefan knows exactly what you are about there, young lady, and it matters not one bit; he still says exactly what he was inclined to say in the first place, which is only untrue so much as it is what he tells himself and doesn't so much believe it as won't allow it to be otherwise. "I don't have much to cope with, I can still go outside."

Which is a fair point, but his tone is wry enough she can probably tell he doesn't expect her to let that sit.

[voice]

[colorshavenames]

Oh, s-so... you're... wh-why are you giving them s-something that they can use against y-you? [she's just curious, really.]

[voice]

[saintsanguine]

It's a failsafe: a defensive measure rather than an offensive one - I'd prefer it didn't hurt anyone.

And I'm not....comfortable influencing a mind unless there's no alternative. So I'd also prefer no one needed to use it against me, but if it comes to that it's a risk I'll take.

[colorshavenames]

Th-that's-- well, th-that's noble of you, actually. P-people keep saying I sh-shouldn't trust the vampires, but... you seem nice enough.

Y-your colors aren't s-screaming warning signs at me, either.

[voice]

[saintsanguine]

[Stefan laughs a little, which mostly just sounds bitter. YAY--stop that, sir.] Thank you. It isn't bad advice, though, we're not--typically trustworthy. I won't speak for others in Taxon, but on the whole my kind does have a ....messy history.

I'm sorry, I don't understand. My 'colors'?

[voice]

[faderbroderson]

How does this herb work?

[voice]

[saintsanguine]

I'm sorry, do you mean how is it used or why does it work? The second is over my head, I think you'd want to ask a witch.

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[faderbroderson]

I suppose I meant both.

[switches on visual mode]

"I have something of an interest in this sort of thing." It's clear by Godric's own stillness that he's also inhuman.

[ooc: I don't know if we're saying these two ever met at the valentine's party? I would guess not? :x]

[visual]

[saintsanguine]

Stefan nods deferentially, although his posture gets a little warier. Such a thing as he's doing here is proooobably not going to result in being crowned vampire prom king.

"Mostly it's worn, although I understand you can also make a tea. I haven't tried brewing it myself." He half-smiles, wry, bitter, and gestures loosely at the camera. "Increases strength of will."

A pause. "I hope you're not going to give me the speech about how humans are cattle, it's quite tired."

[ooc: Yes pls, I got eaten by work D: But they're meeting now, and that's totally great.]

[Visual]

[eaturbreakfast]

Sam is sitting at a table with some books scattered all around him. He's been researching. He quickly makes some notes on the herb Stefan is talking about then looks up with a friendly grin. He knows what it's like to have people look at you like you're a freak so he's very careful not to do that to Stefan right now.

"I've never heard of that but it's interesting. I'm not a gardener but we might consider seeing if we can hunt up some place to build a green house. It's always better to be safe than sorry. I've learned that the hard way too many times."

Basically, Sam approves of this message.

[Visual]

[saintsanguine]

Sam reminds Stefan of Matt more every time they speak; almost everyone in Taxon has left someone behind, and while he really can't complain because Elena is with him, well...he misses his friend. His ~*human*~ friend.

"There's a greenhouse in the woods here." Which he uh, knows because he hunts there, but never mind. "It would be worthwhile to speak to the the owner, I think."

He smiles crookedly at Sam, eying the notetaking. "I can look into it, so thanks, that's good advice. Vervain is also called verbena, for your records; it works best when it's dried."

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[eaturbreakfast]

"Definitely. Especially if it's already set up for growing things," Sam says. His eyes light up a little. "That one I have heard of. Lemon verbena. It's used--you probably know all this."

As far as friends go? Sam's never had that many because they moved so much. He's open to making new ones.

[Visual]

[saintsanguine]

Stefan makes an encouraging hand gesture. "No, please--I'm not as knowledgeable as all that, and the worst that can happen is you do tell me something I already know. I'm sure we'd both survive the experience."